Not that I’m advocating for you having half of your face covered at all times, but the mask kind of suits you.
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Not that I’m advocating for you having half of your face covered at all times, but the mask kind of suits you.
TEXTING: MATTY
Maggie: are you still fucking that aussie chick
Maggie: hi btw
@lcstbcy
the chill of the night air seeped through heath’s jacket, but the coldest touch was the metal pressed against his skin. the weight of the gun on his hip was a familiar sensation, not uncomfortable, but a constant reminder of the balance he had to strike. its grip rested snug against his side, the textured surface rough yet reassuring beneath his fingertips as he brushed it on instinct. his eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the dimly lit street ahead as he caught the faint rhythm of footsteps. just far enough back to be cautious, just close enough to be deliberate. that presence was back, the one that had lingered on the edges of his awareness for days, always out of sight but never truly gone. no matter where he’d been - downtown, the east side, or slipping through the shadowed streets of brooklyn - he’d felt it. always lingering, always watching.
when the moment came, his hand moved with practiced precision, fingers curling around the grip as though it were an extension of his own body. the pull of the holster gave way to the solid heft of the weapon in his palm, its balance steady and exact. heath turned in one seamless motion, his arm raised, the barrel now aimed directly at the stranger behind him. the weight of the gun wasn’t just in the metal; it was in the decisions it carried, the line it could draw between threat and survival.
"stay right the fuck where ya’re standin' or i’ll brain paint this street when i blow yer damn head clean off. ya got three seconds to spit out who ya are and what the fuck do ya want”
TEXTING: MATTY
Jax: Chess is the girl? Chessy Howard?
TEXT: MATTHEW
Killian: I need to talk to an objective third party.
@hewittsparker: sooo cute the way matty always shows up at the race for eli sjsjsjs they’re so boyfriend shaped
In your opinion, who are the top 5 hottest people in Bradford Springs?
Hottest? I'd say @mattycosta , @acedunsmore, @kenzievaisman , @ines-perez , and @lunaerdoganan but I could probably add a lot more.
﹡ ╰ PRIVATE STARTER FOR @mattyrossi
the blonde petite leaned over the kitchen island, exposing her cleavage a little too much, reaching for the bottle that contained vodka. ‘ i need to see things a little bit out of focus tonight, ’ she took the bottle to her mouth & downed the liquor down her throat. she didn’t even flinch at the burning sensation in her throat. ‘ find yourself another bottle, this one is occupied, ’ she said when someone entered the kitchen.